K O A
and they will shake their heads
and wag their bony fingers
and wag their bony fingers
Pipsqueak purrs under Soh's ministrations, providing further evidence that she is in fact part cat. It makes Koa smile to see her so happy; he runs an indulgent finger down the dragonling's fluffy spine, tugging gently at her long tail. "She likes you," the boy tells his companion warmly, glancing back at Soh with a twinkle in his eye. "That makes two of us."
Part of him thinks he ought to try to impress her by ordering something like whiskey, neat, but the truth is Koa, too, likes his drinks sweet and fruity, the alcohol drowned by sugary goodness. So he waves the waitress back over and requests "Watermelon mojito and a tequila sunrise, Val," before turning back to Sohalia. "You can decide which one you like best - I'll take the other," is the gallant promise, accompanied by a smile.
Drink order placed, Koa leans his elbow on the table, chin resting on his palm. "So... what made you decide to Attune?" the Dragoon wonders, his other hand still stroking idly over Pipsqueak's fur. The little dragon has now slid over the table, half-twisted to try and maximize pets from both sources, claws extending and contracting as she kneads contentedly at the air.
Part of him thinks he ought to try to impress her by ordering something like whiskey, neat, but the truth is Koa, too, likes his drinks sweet and fruity, the alcohol drowned by sugary goodness. So he waves the waitress back over and requests "Watermelon mojito and a tequila sunrise, Val," before turning back to Sohalia. "You can decide which one you like best - I'll take the other," is the gallant promise, accompanied by a smile.
Drink order placed, Koa leans his elbow on the table, chin resting on his palm. "So... what made you decide to Attune?" the Dragoon wonders, his other hand still stroking idly over Pipsqueak's fur. The little dragon has now slid over the table, half-twisted to try and maximize pets from both sources, claws extending and contracting as she kneads contentedly at the air.
in all the wrong directions—
and by daybreak we'll be gone
and by daybreak we'll be gone
